For Now, I Just Want My Boyfriend Jie’s Body

After Jie died, Wutiao and I buried him together.

When the funeral was over, I mourned bitterly. "No wonder he wouldn't let me touch him. He must have known death was coming. He was afraid that once I got a taste of him, I'd never be able to forget him."

That idiot. How could I ever forget him?

Wutiao suddenly looked at me, his expression growing grave. "I was the one who killed Jie. If you want to vent your anger, I won't fight back."

Me: "Then make it up to me for what Jie owed me."

Wutiao neither agreed nor refused.

He sat on the sofa, staring at me through the white bandages on his tense face, as if waiting for me to make the first move?

What a laugh. I like men who take the initiative.

If you won't make a move, get lost!!!

After Jie died, life gradually returned to normal.

Until I realized that the dishes left soaking in the sink were always washed and put away in the cupboards, and the clothes I'd tossed around were neatly put in the closet when I woke up. My underwear was hung out on the balcony, fluttering in the breeze, and I no longer had to worry about housework. It was as if a magical snail maiden had moved into my home to repay a debt of gratitude.

A month later, I opened the door and saw Jie, dead as dead could be, standing outside with a pleasant smile.

It seemed he'd had brain surgery, and was now incredibly gentle and obedient.

Anyway, if he was willing to take the initiative, that was all the better. That night, I soaked in the bathtub with my eyes closed, then opened them, eager to enjoy myself, only to see Jie's ghost floating above me, face-to-face with mine.

Me: "You'd better explain yourself."

Jie said someone had taken over his body, and his soul had been following me around. He'd discovered that he could touch anything I'd touched, but I couldn't see or hear him.

He said he just wanted to be a good man now, take care of me and make it up to me. He told me not to trust the guy outside wearing his body, who wanted to use me.

I retorted, "First, you're a male ghost. Second, that guy outside promised to wear a maid outfit for me."

I'd take a look at the maid outfit first.

Jie's face turned darker than the bottom of a cooking pot.

I'd just finished getting ready to go see the maid outfit when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and saw Wutiao in a black dress with white lace and a maid's apron. Behind me, the maid's skirt had slipped out the window, and Jie's ghost was putting down my phone.

So I'm arranging my own NTR now?

Encouraging a friend to steal my partner?

I'd never thought about seducing Wutiao, but my boyfriend helped me do it?

Looking at Wutiao sitting on the bed, I realized things were heading in a bad direction! After all, I was only interested in Jie's maid outfit.

Ah... I really should get the body back.

When I turned off the lights and lit a candle, I still had time to think about that.

A hilarious story with love triangles, NTR, and me putting myself in the cuck chair, as the body and the ghost expelled from it fight tooth and nail, and the body calls in his best friend when he can't win.

The heroine is strong and stubborn in love, and for now, she only wants Jie's body.

Back when Jie still had his body, he was winning against Wu in the race to woo her, but now he's lost his body.

Wu, who often gets affectionate texts, realizes that the sender is a completely different person on the phone and in real life. Even wearing the maid outfit obediently doesn't help?

Brain Flower, who still has a body but is just as miserable as ever, has nothing to say.

Everyday love triangles, lots and lots of sweetness, Brain Flower suffers and suffers.

Main-story pairing undecided.

Main story is in third person.

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Theme: If you like someone, be brave and say it